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[he nods,stripping off his own shirt -- he learned, after last time -- and he couldn't even try to put words to how he's feeling right now. Angry that Jerry got to her the minute he was out if the picture. Frustrated that he couldn't be there to stop it. Scared that he'll take her from him, for his own or to feed on, or all of the above and he knows there wouldn't be a thing he could do to stop it because it's JERRY and for as much of a hold as McGee has on him Jerrys will always be greater because he's INSIDE him, always. But he doesn't say any of this, doesn't even let any of it seep through, just smirks, slightly feral, mostly determined, and steps closer, hand on her hips as he presses lips to her neck, and really you didn't expect any other answer, McGee, did you?]

You're kidding, right?

Just as long as it doesnt end like last time.

[It would be helpful for her if he did let some of it through. It would show her she wasn't the only one suddenly terrified of Jerry and all he was capable of. But Ed right there was reassuring. He was tangible, cold as ever and the most wonderful thing to her. All hers. She was willing to fight anyone and anything to make sure it stayed that way.

Her arms slid around his shoulders again, her fingers threading through his hair. The kisses on her neck felt better than before, or maybe she was just more aware of them after losing them for a while. There's a sigh from her, one that sounds a lot like 'my ed' and she steps back slightly, guiding his face to hers for a kiss almost exactly like the one she gave him before the Daleks and Jerry.]

[he moves easily, eager to accept whatever she gives, only...his lips find hers, like he'd been gone for months instead of only hours, but it's not her he's kissing.

The scent he's so determined to replace peaks, sharp, wild, thoroughly male, alpha, only bolstering the imprinted memory clinging to her; demanding, possessive, taking what he wants and leaving Ed (McGee, he reminds himself) to flounder in the wake of it, and he pulls away with a confused snarl, unsettled, uncertain, and he hadn't known he could do THAT, isn't prepared to handle the experience.]

...shit.

[Wait...wait hang on a second. Charlie blinks, surprised and confused. She watches Ed warily, unsure but then it dawns on her. Jerry. This is his fault somehow. All his fault. There was a wedge in there somewhere that had his name on it and it left Charlie feeling at a loss.

And she was genuinely concerned that Ed was going to walk away from this, just because of that kiss. Thank you, Jerry. That's just what she needed.]

Do you want me to go?

[Charlie that is a dumb question and you should feel dumb for asking it.]

[he shakes his head, moves closer again, determined not to let this get in the way; he returns his attentions to her neck this time, presses a kiss followed by a gentle nip to the junction of jawline and neck, pulls her close once again, and if that's not answer enough he doesn't know what is. Jerry doesn't rear his ugly head this time, no more than the already lingering traces, anyway, and he relaxes fractionally.]

You're not going anywhere. Just... [how to word it; it's not exactly something that sounds NORMAL, or even sane.] Got really weird for a second there. Don't worry about it, its okay.

[they just won't be doing that for a few days, at least, not until he's sure there's no more Jerry on her.]

[She's tense because he's tense, hands held out uncertainly at her sides, hovering near Ed but not quite touching him. She almost wants to tell him that if it's weird for him, they should stop and maybe she should just go home but that'd be Jerry winning and Charlie was stubborn. She didn't like losing and didn't want to let Ed go.

And he didn't seem to want her to go, anyway. At his words, she felt herself relaxing against him some, head tilting to the side at the feel of his lips on her neck. Her arms are around his waist again, kisses and soft nibbles pressed into his shoulder.]

I won't go anywhere. I'm fine with that. More than fine.

[She steps back slightly, a bit closer to the shower and she takes Ed with her.] You're not going anywhere, either and I still really want that shower.

[he steps back with her, moves forward into the smaller space without easing his grip on her in the slightest, though he at least has the sense to move to start removing the remaining clothes before proceeding any further. See? Learning. The better to reclaim her completely, after all.]

Just as long as its not as catastrophic as last time.

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Last time it was a curse. This time, it's just us.

[It was perfect, too. Just them. No curses. Nothing to worry about. Lips pressed against his shoulder and neck more certainly, reassuring herself and hopefully him that they were each others and no Jerry was going to get in the way of that.

Clothes were off, the shower was on and she was fine to lose herself in every touch and kiss and sound the two of them made, feeling more and more at ease and like herself with every second, holding onto each other in a way that made it obvious that they weren't going to let go of each other any time soon.

Charlie and Ed tumbled into bed a while later, no clue how long they'd been in the shower. Nor did Charlie care. She was just happy to have him at her side, despite the lack of clothes. It was just the blanket and pillows and them and Charlie, lying on her stomach with her arms under her chest, was smiling.]

Do I smell better now?

[he leaned in to sniff, more for show than because he needed to, then settled back down next to her, on his back so he could watch her more easily, trailing fingers along her arm to keep in contact, as if he was worried he'd lose her if he didn't.]

Mm. Much. [a pause] I should've warned you he might try something.

[he couldn't have known, not really, it wasn't as if he'd had Brewster's experiences with the guy to draw on, but even so.]

No warning necessary, Ed. I was expecting it.

[It's really all she expects of people, most of the time. And it was the first thought in her mind when she heard about Jerry. She just hadn't expected it so soon. Maybe she should have. She shifted closer, long enough to kiss his forehead before settling herself on his chest.]

I think I'm calling out of work tomorrow. I need a day off from the shop and the school. And more time with you, clearly.

Don't do it on account of me. I'm fine.

[mostly, anyway. And it's not like he won't follow or try to whenever she leaves anyway. Not for the immediate future]

Who said I was doing it for you? [She was. They both know it.] I just...kind of want it to just be us. I feel like I need that after yesterday.

[he wraps an arm around her, tucking her head under his chin]

Oh, I'm not complaining. I'm cool with that. I'm just saying.

[She's fine with this, relaxing against him almost fully. Her fingers drift up and down his skin and with the way her face is pressed against his neck, he probably feels the occasional flutter of eyelashes as she blinks. The blinks are slowing down a bit at a time but she's not ready to sleep.]

Okay, good. So it's settled. Minus some errands I have to run, which I will run while the sun is up and be back well before it's down [Said hastily before he can protest.] I'm pretty much yours for the entire day.

[ he shivers slightly under her fingertips, letting out a huff of air, and he'd complain about her game plan but she's being distracting. Soothing. And instead he just kind of rumbles disapprovingly low in his chest as he tightens his grip on her, immediately possessive when she mentions leaving, no matter that he won't be able to follow.]

What errands?

I need groceries. Petrichor and Hypnos are almost out of food and I have to take Hypnos to the vet. [She'd usually flail, pull away and frown at such a display but after the day they just had? She burrows into his arms, kissing his neck softly and repeatedly. She's still there, Ed. And nothings going to happen to her any time soon. She nuzzles the underside of his chin, kissing him a few more times before propping herself up to look at him, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.]

I'll be fine. I'll take someone with me, if you want me to. Bucky or Steve or even see if Buffy is available.

[ffff just...do not stop that, McGee. Please. He arches his neck at the attention to give her better access and hums approvingly, and when he regards her when she speaks his own response sounds...distracted. You might have found his weakness, McGee. Congratulations.]

It'll be daylight, you shouldn't need Buffy.

And you shouldn't worry, since it'll be daylight. [What's that? Don't stop? Okay. No stopping. More kissing and nuzzling and nibbling, teasing with teeth and lips to get him to relax.] I'll come right back when I'm done. You'll wake up with me right here. That works, right?

Ngh, yeah, sure.

[he would quite frankly say anything right now; he's trying to stay sharp, on point, and failing miserably. His arm eases its death grip and he starts tracing patterns instead. Consider him relaxed.]

Stay out of the tunnels; he doesn't need to sleep as much.

[Score one for Charlie. She sits up again, planting another kiss on his forehead before looking at him with worry of her own.] When was the last time you ate?

[he leans up to nuzzle her neck, bracing with an arm]

Before I left to find you. I'll get something in a minute, it's fine.

...unless you want to donate to the cause?

[a smirk, and he's hopeful but he doubts she's going to say yes. MAYBE ONE DAY.]

[Donate to the...That just gets a Look from Charlie, not as annoyed as she could be. Really, more amused than annoyed before she tilts her head to the bedroom door.]

Go eat. I will still be here when you get back.

[he huffs against her skin, disappointed, but he's not exactly surprised.]

Bitch.

[not that hes even remotely serious; it's got an affectionate tone to it. He nips gently, more tease than anything serious, then slips out of bed, scrounging around for at least a pair of boxers before padding off to raid the fridge.

He comes back a few minutes later, steaming mug in hand, and settles back next to her before working his way through the contents; he gulped the first one down quickly, but he figures the rest of it he can savour a little. Sorry, McGee, he's REALLY loathe to leave you unattended for long right now.]

Jerk. [Okay, somehow these pass as terms of endearment for the two. Whatever. It makes sense, actually. In the time it took for him to get up and get his food, Charlie's managed to find one of his shirts and her underwear.

She's curled up under the blankets again, eyes half open. Clearly very comfortable with where she is and when he returns, she manages a smile.

She's not going to say much, Ed. She has minutes at most before she falls asleep.]

Hey you.

[slurp slurp, and he reaches out to rest a hand on her thigh, lips twitching into a smile as well. Feel free to sleep, McGee, he's not going anywhere. Not right now anyway.]

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